The Girl Who Brought Us Home – Page 7

A year later, she graduated as a nurse. As she walked across the stage in her white scrubs, I saw her late mother’s spirit shining in her smile.

After the ceremony, she hugged me tightly and whispered, “Thank you for giving me a home before I could build my own.”

I cried like a child.

That Christmas, they gave me a framed photo of our kitchen table—the same one where we first talked. Beneath it was a handwritten note:

Sometimes, a warm meal and a safe place to sleep can turn into a whole new life.

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